All those books that you gave to me now lay
Scattered amongst these rooms
And marked with pen are the passages then that
you felt spoke the truth
I could use you now to guide me somehow or to
Walk me down that isle
But I will not be the first you will miss giving birth
This will be your seventh grandchild
Well it’s been a long time
It’s been a long time
Got your old 45s on the turn table while
I go flipping through those pages
All those old photographs of days we can’t get back still
The people sing your praises
It’s been a long time
It’s been a long long time